Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto

I dedicate this to my doug strugglers
I hope metafy you peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for y'all
Cause my niggas on tha realer
these streets for stacking peeler
For the dealers, save back on teams
And underrestamate these who do
You get the paper and then get of the
remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me
Cause I wont give a to a nigga starvin
So we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the
How many niggas on the quad who don't a fuck
Survivin struggls licks out the hippieclub
I'm just a out the hood who did something
So why are you
I'm in for ten and I'll still wanted
You me homie!
Or do you try to tell it to the
They you niggas
And niggas try steel were they come
I bring the to all my homies out riding
Help a homie get on his feet, and all riding
Sange, and fange in this game, but it's
Be sure that you'll the power, and that's you
Never the neighbourhood were it started
The ghette eight is my hood and my hearts with the...

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I get out of here



I can't get out of

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I represent the southeast, of
muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at
(one time) bring tha
muthafuckas being talkin' for so long
But now I'm with the innerface clik and it's on
a fuck were you're from nigga
And always represtentin
That nigga is a I've lived in it
Now look at me, y'all can't rabbit
For all y'all talking that shit, I'm still strapping
Will I ya?
Niggas with all hot capit
Niggas packin' in fake and it happning
Will you think we're
That yellow is steady packing
The of the ghetto slangin
And car
Nigga, I acting
I was up in this bitch
the o.p's and all down to the eastwike
Even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all
For the christ all driving is all hood
The

I get out of here

Ice
I got it up to my ghetto niggas
In the ghetto, bitch, forthem ghetto licks
ghetto rich
Knowing that the in the book flip the gang
Quick to get my turned on in my mama's name
This ghetto slang is some shit beat collage,
You ain't fucking with this hustla street knolledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the
Try to get by the
I'm making dollars out of fifty
Got the big benz, with the wheels on it
A celuarphone with no on it
Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still it
Baby, leen on it, and I can put the on it
You gotot strap a lie like a singer
Puting your baby to
And turn of your ring and you can catch me on
sick in a six
And some on my wrist
Now this
You got to blow, to many niggas out for mr. jackson's dope
niggas got to go, to the ghetto

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I get out of here



I can't get out of

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Deathwall is the
When the mic be
As as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine
Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me
their laberty bell, so I can tell you about the half
And who got cow for riches, and bithces,
I'm making
I remember I just to get beat with extensioncars
And we slanged by to see were my was
Started stealing out of my mama's
Now she's gone
She thrue my songs
And it sure
I couldn't have treated her then in the ghetto
And turn our womens into
Sick to see my homie that I ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed
in a casket.
To my we can reach the top
But you got a to get of the pop
If you see your baby take it
I was the last in the world who thoiught I would make it
But at me now, a six on the beach in greeze
from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I get out of here



I get out of here